author: FireCracker       KLee624820@a...

(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)  

Archive? You'd better.

Pairing G/V 

A/U -  You can drink, but watch who drives...

Hot Hotel Night

Vegeta drifted near the edges of consciousness, feeling deliciously 

cozy. Warmth was everywhere, encasing him in a cocoon of security and 

comfort. Luxurious safety was alien to him, but the surrounding scent 

and texture were so very familiar.

Familiar?

His body rebelled then, stabbing cramps seizing his stomach. Fuzzy 

sleep soon gave way to a painful awakening. Light jolted his eyes 

from everywhere. Blearily he  opened them and tried to focus. There 

were two of everything.

_Got to get up..._

He strained to a sitting position, feeling a heavy weight. His eyes 

still wouldn't focus, his mouth tasted like a shoe. Gunshots bounced 

in his skull.

_Kami. I'm dead and this is hell..._

Vegeta shifted, massaging his forehead. He considered suicide. 

"Hn. What madness..." he inhaled deeply, his senses adjusting to 

wakefulness. He forced his eyes open and stared down...

_Baka!! What???_

Sprawled in a tangle across him lay Goku. The swarthy, handsome 

features were relaxed in sleep, a stark contrast to pale satin 

sheets. Raven locks were wild and disheveled. Long black lashes 

graced the high cheekbones.

Vegeta forgot to breathe. 

His companion sighed. A muscular arm draped across his legs.

The Saiyan Prince grabbed it. "Kakarot!"

Goku's tail moved underneath satin sheets, coiling Vegeta's calf.

Vegeta sat back starkly against the bedstand, rigid in disbelief. In 

panic he looked about the room, trying to make sense of the situation.

_Doko ni? What goes here, why is Kakarot on me, why am I nude, 

where..._

His Saiyan senses kicked in. The air was thick with sex.

_What happened! Did we??_

"Mmm" the dark head turned in his lap. Rumpled satin shifted as he 

moved.

Vegeta discovered he could move. And talk. He pushed the tousled head 

away.

"Kakarot! Wake up. Get _off_ me!!"

"Hah? huh..." sleepy dark eyes were on him. Goku smiled crookedly. 

"Mornin' 'Geta."

"Is that all you can say, you _baka?!"_ he shouted. His anger was 

costly. Pain shot behind his eyes once more as he grabbed his head.

Goku yawned, patting his lap. "Easy, 'Geta. You had a lot to drink 

last night."

"Damare! What am I doing here?" the Saiyan Prince winced. "There'd 

better be a good explanation!"

Goku sidled up alongside. Vegeta moved off once more.

"Keep your distance. Now explain!"

Goku yawned again, still sleepy. He ran a hand through his 

hair. "What's wrong, Vegeta? If you're shy about it, that's okay."

Vegeta spluttered. "I'm not shy about anything! What the hell is 

going on?!"

"Everything" Goku gave that lazy smile again. "Last night was 

fantastic."

"Wha-last night?"

Goku reached up and palmed his cheek. "I couldn't believe how 

passionate you were. Kami, if I had known you felt this way-"

Vegeta was nearly shaking. He pushed the hand away. "Kakarot, are you 

_insane?_ I don't know-"

"I mean, we barely got upstairs and you were all over me-"

Vegeta tried to hold onto a shred of sanity. "Kakarot. Either leave 

or _I_ will. I have no idea what happened here last night."

Goku looked at him questioningly. "Really?" his voice held a tinge of 

sarcasm.

"Yes, really! This situation is ridiculous. What if someone saw us 

come here?" he paused, realizing he didn't remember _that,_ either. 

"Where the hell are we?"

Goku sighed, shifting to a sitting position. Vegeta noted his scent 

was quite strong.

_I don't even want to know..._

"Are you serious? You really don't remember anything, do you?" 

"I said I didn't!" Vegeta snapped.

Goku sighed. "Trunks met with representatives from overseas at 

Capsule Corporation. They had a dinner function in this hotel. 

Anyway, there was a lot of alcohol. People got drunk, including you 

and yours truly."

Vegeta sat quietly, absorbing the information. He just wished his 

head would stop pounding.

"You don't look so hot. Maybe I should order coffee-"

"That still doesn't explain how we ended up here!" Vegeta cracked, 

ignoring his statement.

"We were invited. You were attempting to be sociable and overdid it 

with the liquor. I ate a lot and drank a lot. Anyway, Trunks 

suggested we spend the night in the hotel, since it wouldn't be wise 

to drive or fly home in our condition."

"And what about a cab?" Vegeta ventured.

"No one wanted to lift us to one, they said we were a little...out of 

control. Besides, half the convention was drunk too. Several of the 

hotel rooms were rented overnight from the function."

Vegeta immediately moved to get out of bed. 

"Hey!" Goku shouted as he stumbled.

"Bakayarou!" Vegeta hissed, nearly passing out. Nausea hit him in 

waves as he wobbled.

Strong arms encircled him before he hit the floor. Vegeta could feel 

his hot flesh sliding against cool satin. _Kami..._

Goku looked at him with concern. "Keep still, you have a bad 

hangover."

"Ah" Vegeta leaned into him.  _What's the point?_

****

The valet brought three gallons of coffee up to the room. Vegeta 

still couldn't get off the bed.

"I'll kill you when my legs can move, Kakarot."

Goku pushed a tray of coffee over to him, smiling. "You nearly killed 

me last night anyway" he grinned wider at Vegeta's startled 

expression.

"Kakarot..."

"Just sit still and let me take care of you."

Vegeta shook his head, still trying to clear it.  He looked at his 

companion absently. Goku had tied one of the satin sheets around his 

waist. Vegeta wasn't blind to his physical charms. That body was a 

marvel to see, sculpted and perfectly proportioned. Large, not 

clumsy. Plus he was hung like a...

_Shimatta!_ Vegeta cut the thought short. _How the hell would I know 

that, anyway? We didn't do anything..._

"Hey" Goku tapped his shoulder. "Drink some of this. You'll feel 

better."

Vegeta took the cup and looked around the room. "Where are our 

clothes?"

"On the floor. I hadn't had chance to pick them up."

Vegeta sat up and stared. Their clothes were scattered about 

everywhere, literally ripped to shreds.

"What happened to our clothes, Kakarot? How are we supposed to leave 

without-"

"I already told you. By the time we got inside the door our clothes 

came off."

"Came off?"

Goku gave a sly grin. "We tore them off with our teeth."

****

Vegeta gulped his coffee. _I've got to get out of here._

Goku brought another tray. "Food coming up. Scrambled eggs, steak and 

fruit."

Vegeta had to admit it smelled good. "After I eat, call the valet 

again. I want some clothes."

"Sure, but first things first, Vegeta" Goku placed the tray over his 

lap.

"Eat hearty. After that we can talk."

Vegeta stared at his plate. "There's nothing to talk about, Kakarot."

Goku folded his arms. "Eat first, Prince. Then we'll talk."

Vegeta opened his mouth to say something, then shook his head.

"Whatever. I need something in my stomach."

****

Vegeta ate wolfishly. Goku worked over his own area of food. Normally 

one would say 'plate' but Saiyans rarely just had one. About an hour 

later the tray was loaded with dirty dishes.

Vegeta leaned back in bed. "Hn. I must admit, I feel better now. At 

least my mind can function again."

Goku smiled, nodded. "Good. Make yourself comfortable, and then-"

Vegeta pulled a sheet around his waist. "I don't intend to get 

comfortable, Kakarot. Now call the valet again."

"Not yet I said."

"Fine. I'll do it myself!" he leaped off the mattress. Goku stood to 

block him.

"Baka! Get out of the way, fool!"

Goku gripped his upper arms. "Would you just wait a minute? _Please?"_

Vegeta studied the fine planes and handsome features. There was an 

earnest desperation in the plea. He hesitated.

"Please, 'Geta" Goku repeated, more softly this time. "Just a talk, 

okay? Then you can leave or do whatever you want."

Vegeta continued to stare.  Warmth and spicy musk wafted from the 

beautiful body. Thick raven locks shaded the fine face. And his scent 

was so...so...

_Enough!!_ Vegeta refused to carry the thought further.

"Vegeta?"

Vegeta pulled away. "All right. Then leave me alone!"

****

Vegeta wrapped himself head to toe in satin sheets. Goku laughed from 

the end of the couch.

"What's all that for, Vegeta? It's not like I haven't seen 

everything."

"Shut up, Kakarot. You wanted to talk? So talk!"

Goku edged closer, shifting himself to a more comfortable position so 

he could face him. He peered around Vegeta.

"What are you staring at?!"

"You hiding your tail in there?"

"So what if I am. What's that got to do with anything!"

Goku gave a mischevious smile. "Keep sitting on it for awhile. You'll 

figure it out."

Vegeta went pale, catching his meaning. His tail immediately whipped 

out from a space between his wrapping.

"Alright. My tail is out. Now talk already so I can leave!"

Goku sighed, moving closer again.

"And that's close enough!"

Goku sat back. "Why are you so testy, Vegeta?"

"I dislike this situation, Kakarot. And I don't like unknown factors."

"Such as?"

"Why would I, a Prince of my race, get in a drunken stupor and 

stagger into bed with a third class warrior? Were I on our homeworld 

I would be mocked and disgraced."

Goku restrained the urge to strangle him. "I see" his voice was 

tight. "Well, my 'Prince', you aren't on Vegittasei, and this isn't 

an imperial court. As for my third class ranking...you sure as hell 

loved it last night. In fact, you couldn't get enough!!"

Vegeta went pale. "Iie. Lies, Kakarot."

"Oh? Now that you're sober, tell me what your body feels like, and 

_then_ call me a liar!"

Vegeta stared. _What?_  He shifted abruptly on the couch. Protesting 

muscles ached with the motion. And he was sore. _Really_ sore. 

Especially down there...

_Why didn't I notice this before? I..._

"You were so drunk you couldn't feel it" Goku supplied, surmising his 

question. 

"I'm stiff from your weight on top of me" Vegeta snapped. "That's 

all."

Goku gave a shaded smile. "An interesting choice of words, my Prince. 

Why so much denial?"

Vegeta broke the gaze. _Gods, his eyes are so beautiful._  "I deny 

nothing. If I was as drunk as you say, why even believe me?"

"Because being drunk doesn't make you just _say_ things. There has to 

be some truth to it-"

"Truth to what, baka? The only thing that's clear is that we stumbled 

drunk into this hotel room. As for the rest...I'm going by _your_ 

word. How do I know that _you're_ speaking the truth?"

"Let me give you a memory!" Goku grabbed him into a kiss.

Vegeta pushed back, startled. Goku held him like iron. Soft lips 

teased his own. A moist tongue tickled along his lower lip, seeking 

entrance.

"You Bakayarou-" Vegeta hissed. It was a mistake. Goku used the 

opportunity to plunge his tongue into the protesting mouth.

_!!!_

Vegeta struggled, but Goku refused to let him go. Rich musk suddenly 

filled the air, overpowering and strong. Vegeta couldn't determine if 

it came from him or not, but it hardly mattered. Nor could he break 

the kiss...

The kiss. Like last night...

_Laughing and whispering they stumbled up the hallway. Goku playfully 

held him in a headlock as they collided with the wall. Vegeta ducked, 

pushing him up against the door to their room as they kissed. Hands 

pulled impatiently at clothing. Goku motioned him to be quiet while 

he reached for the key. They fell inside the darkened hotel room, 

slamming the door shut._

No...this can't be true...

_Inside the room they tore into each other like maniacs. Flush with 

heat and sweat they collapsed to the floor, canines tearing at 

clothing with relish, savoring salt and skin. Deranged kisses ravaged 

throats and shoulders. Vegeta heard himself say..._

_"Gods, how I've loved you for years!!"_

and he heard his Kakarot reply...

_"I know, my Prince...I've always known! Let me prove myself to 

you..."_

No no no no!!!

_They rolled on the floor, nude and glistening under dimmed lighting. 

Turning both ways they pleasured each other, taking straining 

erections in each other's mouths._

This is insane...

_Goku flipped him face down, their faces hot with desire. The 

beautiful visage lapped the cleft in his ass, preparing him. Big 

hands kneaded the base of his tail, making him cry out and beg._

_"Kami, take me!!" he roared. "I want to feel your strength!"_

No! I am a Prince! I'd never beg...to a third class soldier!!

_Goku rammed inside him, a feral mask clouding his features. Vegeta 

saw himself arch and moan, slamming back and meeting every thrust in 

carnal pleasure. Their flesh rippled from the force of mating. Furred 

tails lashed wildly._

I can't believe...he took me...

_Vegeta licked his lips, eyes hazed in lust as he was hammered. Soon 

his lover cried out above him, bursting in sweet release. Vegeta 

roared as well, firing thickly into the plush carpet. They collapsed, 

rapture etched on their features. He heard his Kakarot say...

_I love you, beautiful Prince._

And he heard himself reply...

_You are mine, Kakarot. Mine forever._

****

Vegeta felt his mind return to reality. Goku released him from the 

kiss.

"Vegeta?" he looked into equally dark eyes.

Vegeta stared at him, face white with shock. "Would you let me go, 

please?" he managed.

"Sorry" Goku released his hold. They just looked at each other 

without moving.

Vegeta abruptly turned away. "I need my clothes-"

"Forget the clothes!" Goku was angry now. "We have to talk about 

what's happening between us!"

Vegeta snapped around. "There is _nothing_ happening between us!"

"There is and you know it!"

"Baka! Drunken ramblings on a night of excess. Is that your idea of 

the truth? You're truly desperate then."

"Then why did you let me kiss you?"

"You caught me by surprise. It won't happen again."

Goku snorted. "Stiffnecked Prince. What, does the idea of losing 

control like that frighten you?"

Vegeta paled. "You...distorted those images in my mind..."

"Now who's desperate? I was in charge and you _loved_ it."

Vegeta glared. "You dare suggest that I wanted to be taken?!"

"Yeah, I dare" Goku bared his canines. "Granted, we were drunk. But 

are you saying that _everything_ last night was a lie?"

Vegeta looked away. "We enjoyed ourselves. So what?"

Goku barely contained his anger. "Did I force you upstairs? Would you 

have made love with just _anyone?"_

Vegeta stared at him in astonishment. "No...but that doesn't mean 

that-"

Goku held his face. "I'm not drunk now, and neither are you. I love 

you, Vegeta. And if I have to say it a thousand times I will!"

The handsome Prince struggled with his thoughts. "This is...madness, 

Kakarot.  What...do you want of me?"

"A little honesty, please? Was last night...an offer?"

Vegeta didn't pull away. "Offer?" he blinked. It was getting too warm.

"You told me I was yours. What were you saying?"

Vegeta swallowed. "I may have gotten carried away. Perhaps I should 

have chosen my words more carefully."

"It wasn't a night of caution. You implied you wanted something 

permanent."

Vegeta felt his mind haze. _Kakarot..._ "That was one night."

"One night? Or many, my Prince?" Goku leaned in, brushing their lips 

together. The touch was electric.

Vegeta felt his eyes close as his lips parted. _Kami..._

Goku traced his tongue along them, savoring the flavor. Soon he 

dipped inside, pressing into the hot mouth with passion.

Vegeta's arms went around the broad back. They tumbled slowly to the 

floor, satin shifting over hot flesh. Vegeta let his hands roam the 

planes of Goku's back, down to his tail. He ruffled it gently.

Goku moaned, forcing an even deeper kiss. Tongues teased and taunted 

sweetly, curling in a dance of domination. The two finally came up 

for air, breathless. Goku glanced down into Vegeta's eyes, 

overwhelmed by the softness he saw there. 

Those same eyes were lidded as his chest heaved. "Damn you...you 

always did get to me."

Goku smiled, his handsome features shaded beneath wild locks. He 

gently ran his fingers through the upsweep of raven hair. "You're so 

beautiful, Vegeta."

Vegeta felt an odd pressure rise in his chest. "Kakarot...I have to 

tell you something..."

Goku leaned down. "Yes, my Prince."

"You're right...I tried to fight it" he whispered. "From the time I 

arrived on earth seeking you out, I found you attractive."

Goku was astonished. "I thought you only held contempt for me, since 

I didn't embrace the Saiyan way."

A sigh. "I was alone, except for Nappa. And he was crude and 

unappealing."

"Are you saying he wanted to be your mate?"

"I would never have taken him, even though he was of the elite 

fighting forces. He thought that by serving me faithfully I might one 

day change my mind."

Goku sidled alongside Vegeta on the carpet. "But you didn't?"

"No. I didn't want him, although I appreciated his loyalty. That 

alone could never win my heart."

"So what was so different about me?"

"Your quality. It had nothing to do with classification or power 

level. I led such a bitter and hateful life, Kakarot. When I saw you 

I saw qualities I wish I had. Compassion and strength."

"But you _are_ strong! How do you figure?"

Vegeta gave a wan smile. "Yes, prior to encountering you I was the 

strongest warrior in the universe. I resented the fact that you came 

from the lower class and possessed such power. Here I was high born, 

and didn't even attain Super Saiyan level until after you had. And so 

I told myself to hate you. Kami knows, I tried for years. I plotted 

and schemed of ways to destroy you, thinking that would ease the ache 

in my heart."

"Dammit, Vegeta. I could never understand your obsession with beating 

me."

"Hn. And then my son comes from the future to challenge _your_ might, 

not mine. It was _you_ he came to see, not me. And I felt even more 

inadequate and frustrated."

Goku touched his face. "I'm sorry. I think if the situation were 

reversed I'd feel the same way."

Vegeta held his hand. "Later I saw how everyone loved you 

unconditionally. They would follow you with rings in their noses, 

ready to die if necessary. And I, I was a Prince who inspired no one."

Goku brushed his lips over the chiseled nose. "You never gave 

_yourself_ a chance. And you laughed at my compassion, calling me 

weak."

Vegeta laughed softly. "I thought so, at the time. I saw your mask, 

and admired your ability to go from buffoon to warrior in an instant. 

I could never tell what you were playing at, Kakarot."

"I see. And then?"

"I believed you were afraid to be Saiyan, that you disavowed all you 

truly are. And my rage grew. I only wanted...wanted..." he gasped, 

eyes shut in pain.

"Vegeta" Goku's voice was soft. "Tell me. It's okay, no one can hear."

A tear tumbled down the regal face. "I would think of how we were the 

last great warriors of our world. I wanted you at my side. There was 

nothing we couldn't have accomplished, no conquest too great. Just 

think, Kakarot! _Empires_ would be at our feet. It was a glorious 

thought-"

"Except I didn't agree with conquest. You know that."

Vegeta nodded. "If I couldn't love you, I would hate you. Grow 

stronger and destroy you."

"You were destroying _yourself, _ Vegeta."

Black eyes shone deeply on him. "I know that..now. I should never 

have let that Majin Buu creature possess me. Once again I was beaten."

Goku shook his head slowly. "I only wish we'd talked like this 

earlier."

"Hn. This conversation would not have been possible before. But we've 

been through so much, you and I. What happened before...just doesn't 

seem to matter to me anymore."

"Oh, Vegeta..." Goku held his face again.

The Saiyan Prince smiled. "You are magnificent, Kakarot, when you 

aren't acting like an idiot. Everything I could ever want..."

"My Prince..."

Vegeta pulled him down. "Everything I could ever need..."

"Vegeta..."

They kissed. "I love you, baka. With all my heart and soul."

Goku stretched alongside him on the carpet. His heart burst with 

feeling as he wrapped his arms around the other Saiyan. 

"Oh, 'Geta...I never thought I'd hear you admit that..."

Vegeta put a finger to his lips. "Ssh" he peppered kisses along the 

strong jawline, swirling hot tongue ticklishly down the thick neck. 

Canines dragged to the point near the collarbone.

Goku gasped at the pleasant sensations. "Hmm, gonna taste me, 'Geta?"

"Hn. More than that" the voice was muffled as he clamped down with 

his fangs.

"Aahkk!" Goku arched in pleasure, eyes rolling shut. His body 

thrummed from heat that burst through his skin. Vaguely he felt the 

warm splash trickling down his shoulder being captured by Vegeta. 

Fogged with delight and desire, he hoped his Prince would drink him 

dry as he clutched mindlessly.

/Rest now/ echoed in Goku's mind. /Later we will discuss the future./

Goku's head lolled to the side. He was out. Vegeta smiled at the 

peaceful, perfect face. He licked the savory delight of blood from 

his lips before kissing his prize, coiling his tail possessively 

around it.

"Indeed, I _will_ keep you" he murmured, before joining Goku in sleep.

THE END